“Are you sure you have enough sweetener in that? I could offer to conscript the rest of the cubes from the galley for you.”

“Tammaru’s office looked like NASA’s control room designed by Donald Trump.”

“Deep down, we all have our dark thoughts, Kathy. Mine are no different than any others. My life was planned for me, like my body was engineered to be what it is, a Prime Elite. But underneath it all I am still a man. Though I did not want this bonding at the beginning, it is now a part of me . . . and a part of you. We will work things out, my wife and we will do it together, that is what I accept. Also,” he adjusted his arm around her, feeling her discomfort. “I know that without you there is an emptiness that I cannot put into words. It is an emptiness that I will not live with. Thus, I do not wish to be free of you . . . ever.”

“Are you sure you have enough sweetener in that? I could offer to conscript the rest of the cubes from the galley for you.”